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And ev'ry one was happy deem'd,
that gaz'd on Gilderoy.
Now I muſt fell my good beef-ſtands,
I wot they coſt me dear,
For as lang as my true love liv'd,
he fill'd them once a year:
For beef and mutton, veniſon,
of what I could deſtroy,
But now he hangs above the reſt,
my handſome Gilderoy.
I never will love man again,
my heart is now ſo ſore,
My love ſhall ſtill more ſtrong remain,
till I can love no more:
I'll ſigh and ſob till my laſt breath,
when I think on my joy,
Lamenting ſtill the tragic end,
of my love Gilderoy.
Alas! that e'er ſuch laws were made,
to hang a man for gear,
Either for ſtealing cow or ewe,
or catching horſe or mare,
Had not the laws then been ſo ſtrick,
I near had loſt my joy,
But now he lodges with Old Nick,
that hang'd my Gilderoy.
FINIS.
